Jail Guitar Doors

One, two, three, four

Let me tell you about Wayne and his deals of cocaine

A little more every day

Hold for a friend till the band do well

Then the DEA locked him away

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang, go the boots on the floor

Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

And I'll tell you about Pete, didn't want no fame

Gave all his money away

"Well there's something wrong, it's what's good for you, son"

And so they certified him insane

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang, go the boots on the floor

Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

And then there's Keith, waiting for trial

Twenty-five thousand bail

If he goes down you won't hear his sound

But his friends carry on anyway, fuck 'em

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Bang bang, go the boots on the floor

Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son

Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

Jail guitar doors (54-46)

Jail guitar doors (Was my number)

Jail guitar doors (Right now someone else)

Jail guitar doors (Has that number)

Jail guitar doors (54-46)

Jail guitar doors (Was my number)

Jail guitar doors (Right now someone else)

Jail guitar doors